spring breeze

I can smell myself. My sweat dripping along my neckline from the heat, a slightly sour smell from my armpits, sex wafting in the air. Yet, I don’t want to move from this languid state.

Sunlight streams through the open windows, adding trapped energy to the room – until the spring breeze cuts the heat gently, soft as my Master’s last kiss.

I have gone into odalisque mode, lying limp next to Master, not touching him. The heat enveloping us. Completely silent for a time. Amazed, honored and grateful for the pleasure my body can give….and receive.


6 Comments on “spring breeze”

  1. Pelelotus says:

    Steamy Spring Breeze x

  2. jackiemallon says:

    no one does odalisque better!
    I start to get restless, want to pick up a book or magazine… 🙂
    XO

  3. sshhh now…i’ll just add my “like” and let you recover…


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